Diana's Plan

Tom felt like he was a duffle bag full of clothes, a little heavy but completely immobile. He was at his captor's mercy with no say in how he was handled or carried. Although he had now way of knowing who had kidnapped him, he couldn't help but feel the strong arms encircling his thighs as his upper body draped over the back of his abductor, his tightly bound face sometimes striking the buttocks of the carrier. Unfortunately his cock was repeatedly rubbing against his captor's shoulder – this had an undesirable effect as far as Tom was concerned.

As Diana carried her acquisition into his new home, she noted a growing presence next to her face as his crotch bounced along with every step. He was in some way excited by this, she thought. Subduing him would be easier that way but in no way would his enjoyment have a factor in her own pleasure. Nonetheless, the white sticky string emanating from his now engorged purple dickhead was amusing, but punishment for jizzing her lycra top would be forthcoming.

Diana, however, was rather wet from her abduction fantasy turned real, and she thought perhaps she would release a bit of her pent-up frustrations on Tom to introduce him to his new life. Instead of hauling him down into the basement she chose to detour their path to her bedroom. Flicking on the light she casually flipped him down onto the king-sized bed, with enough force that he bounced twice and then almost twisted off the bed. She thought that was hilarious but suppressed her giggles. Instead she wanted to do that again, sort of like the pro wrestlers that she had seen on TV when her ex-husband watched that crap. So she lifted her helpless victim up by the elbow ropes and lifted him over her head in a smooth motion, then crashed him back down on the bed, bouncing him a another few feet. She did small variations of this move several times, sometimes hard enough to bounce him completely off the bed (for which he would crash onto the carpet with a thud and a gurgle of spittle) and sometimes she was so into the strength demonstration she threw him onto the bed and he would bounce up almost vertically and hit the wall at the head of her bed before flipping back onto the bed.

Totally defenseless, Tom was getting the crap beat out of him. Already weakened by constricted blood flow from the too tight bondage, he now felt the bed repeatedly banging against his body and sometimes he could tell when he was going to fall to the floor – the sensation that the bed would stop his fall was late, that meant no bed to hit. He learned that after two crashes into the floor. This body slam episode was really taking its toll, he did not understand what was happening but he was certain this was the precursor to something much more difficult to endure. The hands that kept him captive were strong and he had no doubt that escape would have to be a long term goal, that he couldn't hope to overpower whoever this guy was.

Since we was in no position to combat his captor anyway, he devoted some thought to who this might be holding him as he flew through the air and crashed onto the bed (or carpet). But he soon realized that it really didn't matter, more likely his next concern would be what next after this beating was done. He felt sure that the guy that grabbed him would butt fuck him - why else would he be tied up naked and gagged so securely? The thought of being another man's 'bitch' didn't appeal at all to Tom, but he had to admit that his captor was the only choice maker here.

Diana was enjoying the last bits of her adrenalin rush, slamming her toy against the bed was great fun but she wanted better and more satisfying relief. Diana pulled her body suit off and stood in her room naked, with a male captive that she had personally bound, gagged and seized. She stacked two pillows and then jumped up on the bed. She lifted the bound male onto the pillows with his groin planted on top of the pillows, arching his ass into the air and exposing his anus. She pushed his head down into the sheets so that his head was not facing to either side. She noticed even though she had done all the heavy lifting he was breathing very fast, panicking wildly. She really thrilled at that sight, knowing now that this abduction was worth it. She leaned over to the bedside table, grabbed the K-Y jelly and began to lubricate his asshole – he jumped and shuddered. Again, this was more than she could have dreamed – he was completely resigned to the fate she determined and all he could do was wait for it.

Tom's worst fear was now happening and he could do nothing. He tried once last burst of strength to pull the ropes loose but his captor had tied him up so expertly that he couldn't move an inch even after all the body slamming. He muffled a scream and awaited his destiny.

Diana had many dildoes and toys, one toy was a double-ended dildo that was built such that the 'top' lesbian would slide it up into her cunt and the 'bottom' lesbian could be fucked in the same way as if the top were male. This was Diana's weapon of choice – she didn't bother lubing up her end of the toy (she didn't need help there, she cooed) and she slid the tool in slowly, deliciously. But the other end, she determined, would be rammed in quickly and forcefully. Her captive jumped like an electric prod had been placed on his backside as she spread his ass cheeks. She pulled aside the two ropes riding into his crotch, pulling even harder and cutting even more (she hoped). The top end of her tool touched his anus and she pressed it home.